Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And The Sea Are One.

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

He Who Passes Not His Days In The Realm Of Dreams Is The Slave Of The Days.

He Is Short-sighted Who Looks Only On The Path He Treads And The Wall On Which He Leans.